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[uveshmansuri]

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[vlad-theimplier]

WIP Wednesday: Custos Custodium

This week... will be the last week of Custos Custodium.

That's right--it's done. Approximately on schedule, even. It won't be a WIP anymore.

Nathaniel Brown is saved, Viktor Marchenko is in custody, and all that's left is the Vote. But first, Faridah Malik meets Aria Argento, because no one can stop me.

With Marchenko and the detonator secured, the remaining ARC fighters laid down their arms. The Gold Masks declined to surrender, even when a Tarvos technical squad wrested back control of the bots and a counterterrorism unit arrived in full armor from Scotland Yard. By the time everyone had been taken away—Brown, Georgopoulos, and a handful of other agents to the hospital; Miller, the murdered Tarvos personnel, and the unluckier conspirators to the morgue; Marchenko and the others to police holding—it was well after midnight.

Jensen had given his verbal report, dodged several journalists, and brushed off Sarif’s effusive praise and awkward sympathy. He’d sent his old boss off to keep Brown company and returned to the Interpol team only to receive similar instructions from MacReady: stop bothering me and make yourself scarce. Now he sat on the roof of the Apex next to Argento, feet propped on the duffel Chikane had dropped off when it became clear the team would be staying late into the night. He wanted a smoke. He wanted a beer, and about forty-eight hours of sleep. And an ice pack for his face.

That reminded him. “Hey,” he said to Argento, his voice dragging behind his sluggish thoughts, “damn good shooting back there.”

“Thanks.” She flashed him a tired smile. “Sorry about the splash. Didn’t think it would reach your face.”

“Had worse sunburns. That was Marchenko’s laser rifle anyway. This is from a plasma lance, but it’s old.” He tapped his right cheek in the vicinity of the angled scars that cut grooves in his beard, wishing he could feel the hair itself.

“Oh! I never knew—I don’t want to pry.” But her eyes burned with curiosity.

“A merc by the name of Jaron Namir. Ran the Tyrants, back before the Incident. You know ’em?”

Argento nodded. “Heard the name. They had some heavy hitters.”

“Went one-on-one with him in, hah, a secret lair of sorts in Singapore. This was a near-miss. He hit me in the leg, too—melted all my plastic. Smelled god-awful, lemme tell you.”

She chuckled in surprise. “Yeah, I believe it. What happened to him?”

“I got an EMP into him, and it turned out there wasn’t enough meat left to keep him going. Stole the lance—he wasn’t using it—and used it to… nah.” He shook his head slowly. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“What? You can’t leave me hanging like that. What did you do with it?” Argento grabbed his arm and shook it in entreaty. Or maybe threat.

“Fine, fine. If you promise not to tell anyone. Ever.” He waited until she gave her word. “Okay, the Incident: I was there. At Panchaea. Zhao Yun Ru tried to plug herself into the crap they hid in the lower levels and possess everyone who’d gotten the bad chip. I shot my way through a bunch of bots and melted the security glass she was locked up behind. Had to use those penetrator shells I told you about, too.” He fell silent, remembering.

Argento’s eyes were wide. “And Zhao?”

Jensen took a breath. “She lost control of the system. Partly because I shot her with the lance. She… She burned up. From the inside.”

To his relief, Argento’s eyes were full of sympathy, not horror. “Damn. That’s a bad one. Nightmares, huh?”

“Yeah. Still.” He looked away, knowing he didn’t deserve her understanding. She’d blame him for Miller’s death, if she knew what had provoked it.

“I got some of those—saw white phosphorus used one time in Syria. And I know some other folks who’ve had worse. You ever want to talk about it with people with ghosts of their own, let me know. We meet up sometimes and kind of… spread the weight out, I guess. I dunno why it helps, but it does.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.” He let his shades slide open and blinked against the rooftop breeze. “You care if I smoke?”

“Not if you switch with me. I never got used to it—with all the explosives around, people stuck to vapes in the Corps, or dip if they were old-fashioned.”

He moved downwind of her, cupped his hands, and lit up. They sat on the windy rooftop in silence for several minutes before Jensen twitched with the contact of an incoming call.

“Hey, Spy-boy! How’s it going? Saw there was a dust-up at the Apex and assumed you were involved—you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied heavily. “Saved Brown. Lost Miller.”

Malik’s gasp carried over the link. “Your boss? The Director? Shit, Adam, I’m sorry—God, that’s awful. You… Where are you? What do you need?”

“Up top of the Apex.” A thread of humor wove through the leaden blanked of guilt and fatigue. “Place looks great for wingsuits—you ever try it?”

“Ha. I can be there in ten.”

“Argento’s hanging out up here, too. In case you’re trying to keep the Merlin out of sight.”

“Oh, is she. You trust her?”

He looked at Argento, politely ignoring his vacant expression as she stared out over the city. “Yeah. She won’t talk.”

“Copy that. Hang tight.”

Malik dropped the call. Jensen rolled his neck, feeling the joints crack, and said, “Guess you get to meet my pilot friend, the one who pulled me out of that facility in the Alps. She’ll be here in ten. Do me a favor and say something nice about her VTOL, then make it clear you won’t tell anyone about it.”

“Her VTOL? Like, her own VTOL?”

“The history’s touchy.” Wrong choice of words—he remembered the feel of Malik pressed into him, sharing the bubble of his cloak, her warmth and the smell of her hair. He swallowed. “She prefers people don’t know about it. Flies for a private company. Her bird is… I don’t want to say off the books, but she doesn’t publicize it, either.”

“I get that—no problem. Where’d you guys run into each other?”

“She was David Sarif’s top pilot when I was chief of security. Flew us around a lot.”

“Was?”

“Uh-huh. Couple of strong personalities. They parted on rough terms, I understand. After I joined up with Interpol—I don’t know the whole story.” It was all technically true, and more of a simplification than an outright evasion.

They lapsed into silence again, drinking in the cool night air and the sounds of a city that had not just suffered a devastating terrorist attack. Miller had been right: it was its own reward, even if the price had been too damn high. Jensen stubbed out the cigarette as the Merlin appeared out of the night with a hushed roar to settle on the pad.

Malik left the engines running, but she came down the ramp and shook hands with Argento. Jensen was relieved to see her in a flight suit and no makeup, then ashamed of his relief. She looked Argento over with frank assessment, and Argento returned the look only a hair more circumspectly.

Malik spoke first. “I heard you lost Director Miller. I’m sorry. Never got to meet him, but Jensen told me a little—sanitized, obviously. It sounds like he was a good man.”

“Thank you,” Argento replied, eyes downcast. “He… He was a hell of a leader. Never let himself be a friend, exactly, but we always knew he cared.”

Jensen had to clear his throat. “I didn’t say, earlier—he told me he was glad not to be dying behind a desk. ‘In the field is the way to go,’ is what he said.”

Argento laughed through sudden tears. “Sounds like him.”

They gave Miller’s memory some space, then Jensen said, “Mission would’ve gone even worse without Argento. She shot Marchenko’s monster arm right off me, you know.”

Malik raised an eyebrow. “Keeping him safe despite himself? It’s a full-time job, trust me.”

Argento had collected herself enough for her smile to reach her eyes. “I figure he needs all the help he can get. And he’s mostly bulletproof, so danger close isn’t too dangerous. Oh! I should get a grenade launcher. That’ll keep him on his toes.”

She laughed at his expression, and Malik joined her after a moment. Before Jensen could protest about being ganged up on, Argento added, “That’s a sleek ride you have. Looks like a lot of power. I thought the ones we used were slick, but this is clearly a step up.”

“Oh—thank you! Yeah, she’s a twitchy monster, but she suits me just fine.”

“Well, you do hang out with Jensen…” They laughed at him again as he pointedly closed his shades. “Anyway, I’ll forget she exists. Right?”

“I’d appreciate it. Unless you want to join us for a beer?” Malik’s questioning glance took in Jensen as well, and he shrugged assent.

Argento shook her head, though. “Next time, and they’re on me for yanking this one out of that mountain base. Chikane’s flying most of us back tonight. He’s circling round in twenty or so.”

“Next time, then. Jensen, you coming with me or going with them?”

He checked with MacReady by text. “Coming with you. MacReady wants me to stay local, in case he needs me. And if I see Chikane’s face right now…”

“Yeah, I get it,” Argento said. “Stay safe, Jensen.”

“Watch your back,” he replied, and followed Malik into the welcome confines of the Merlin.

[olehswiftcomstock]

3545, First AG

January 14~01.14, keep doubting and Jaron Namir

Don't try to hide your crimes behind typical behavior of uneducated peasants, saying a lie that this (Which already? Not 3rd) case of remote observation showed wrong results

[deadmallwasteland]

frames from a PMV I’ve been working on that I sadly won’t be able to finish any time soon

[silvainfox]

[metalporsiempre]

Deus Ex: The Fall - Steam Foil & Trading Cards 1-3

[ittokianata]

Faridah Malik & Jaron Namir

Deus Ex: Human Revolution (2011)

[deus-ex-incorrect-quotes]

Jaron Namir: (threatening Megan by putting a knife on her throat)

Namir:(speaking to Jensen) You'll never have her!

Jensen: And why's that?!

Namir: Cause I love you

(Jensen and Namir run together towards the horizon)

Megan: (fangirling) I just can't even

[agentannakelso]

Deus Ex: Mankind Divided vs Deus Ex: The Fall / Icarus Effect.

Adam Jensen & Alex Vega vs Ben Saxon & Jaron Namir dialogue parallels.

[ofthecuttingedge]

Headcanon ;; Namir

I can’t stop thinking about the time between when the researchers were kidnapped and when Meg decided to work with Darrow. And how calmly she addresses Namir when you run into her. There had to be quite a long time from her throwing acid in his face to being on a first-name basis (even if she tends to use first names to falsely imply closeness). Got a feeling he wasn’t allowed to be around her on his own for a while, otherwise he’d likely get more stuff thrown at him. Her perceived familiarity with him was nothing but an act. She would feign frailty and kindness to get him to lower his guard and open up to her (benefits of her training as a psychologist). This information she used to further align herself with her captors. He might have seen something else in her, but she saw nothing more than another of her captors.

[444names]

the entire telerin dictionary + the entire article on the list of english words that can be spelled with a ligature from wikipedia + tolkienesque forenames

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same thing but lesser order

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[the-great-manulius-blog]

Another innawoods character. OC written by my friend, for my role-playing game by far cry 5.

However I drew it.

Risus: role-playing system used in this game

Jaron Namir\ Snake

Jaron is an old-school scout who prefers brute force in the majority. But despite the rage in battle, the Snakes in the world are steadfast and calm as a rock, which is very difficult to bring out of balance. Namir is an unsurpassed soldier, steadfastly loyal to his allies and ruthless to his enemies. A man with an iron will, he used to use any means to achieve their goals. Namir is cold and calculating, prefers to resolve conflicts with the help of brute force, tends to manipulate people and ignores the norms of morality, when they prevent him from achieving the desired result.

Lead is a veteran (sometimes might get a flashback about the old days)

A veteran spy (4)- the skill of planning attacks, skirmishes on the middle distance, information capture and interrogation

Blitzkrieg (3) - a Kind of berserk mode, forcing to break into a RAM, knocking down the first who gets in the way

Snake in the grass (3) - Search and disguise by all possible methods, from a simple shelter to an attempt to " get off your»

All yours-my (2) - his weapons and supplies may not be enough for long-term operations, so the ability to steal and search the corpses for the necessary is the place to be

Inventory

- Gentlemen's dinner set in the form of a jacket made of durable leather, dark blue t-shirt, army pants, lightweight shoes with a thick sole

- Police body armor.

- respirator

-MP5K

-4 magazine for MP5 15 cartridges

-Karambit

-cigarette case

- Mossberg 590m caliber 12

-2 magazines for Mossberg 590M for 20 cartridges

- Range Rover in silver

Came to hope County just to relax after work in Syria. Hunting, fishing, green landscapes untouched by globalization, after the exhausted sand which was seen enough at work. Married, kids.

[silurisanguine]

Gives me 'what if Adam was as augmented as Jaron Namir' vibes.

Adam. Random aimless doodle. Maybe I should next "aimlessly" try to visualize the 'pixel' Jc Denton as an actual human ? But then should I use Deus Ex or Deus Ex : Invisible War as reference or both ? Anyway this aimless doodle. Was to kill time between appointments and other things and 1st thing i did of it was... ear. A friend of mine said now he needs V's (Cyberpunk) coat and neon tip on his blades.

[metalporsiempre]

Deus Ex: The Fall - Steam Profile Backgrounds

Anna

Saxon

Shards

Ben & Anna

Namir

[genesisarclite]

In more Discord madness, I mentioned briefly that the idea of Megan and Namir having some sort of attraction appeals to me. The answer quickly turned out to be more complex than I would’ve been able to lay out in a few sentences, so I decided to turn it into a meta.

(Bear in mind that I’m no psychologist or sociologist. I can only meta with the knowledge I gained with my own self-studying, and whatever I could find in canon. Also, of course, it’s all speculation in the end.)

Of course, any relationship is inherently skeevy. After all, he’s the one who attacked Adam right in front of her and was obviously working on killing him. She didn’t see him shoot, since she was knocked out when it happened, and there’s no telling how long the period of time was between that incident and waking up on Omega Ranch (or wherever they next woke up, who knows). This is, of course, a massively stressful and traumatic event for anyone, even someone as strong as Megan.

(Say what you want about her, and rightfully so, but no one can say she’s weak)

Things happen, Megan throws herself into her work after being convinced by Darrow to do so, we know all of that.

I don’t doubt that she was terribly stressed and maybe a little traumatized by all the events (psychological trauma isn’t something I’ve read much about yet, so I won’t go into any of it here). Stress, however, messes with the mind. The mind can be your own prison. Forced to work in conditions like she was, people generally respond in various ways in order to cope. Megan was one who likely chose to see her “work” as something worthy of her attention, and she began to enjoy it. She’s a scientist. She’s a stereotypical introvert. Her official bio even states she has a vibrant inner world that developed when her parents left her alone during her developmental years. All of those traits meant she had trouble with relationships, also stated in her official bio.

It’s only been six months, but Megan is grieving over Adam’s death, that of the scientists she worked with, and the stress of the kidnapping and events that followed. Eventually, she’s isolated from the others in a featureless white room, where she is convinced to work on the new biochip. No doubt, she was lied to and manipulated. No one told her Adam was alive. She was closed off from the world. She didn’t know what the biochip was really for. She couldn’t know.

The mind works in interesting ways. This is very well documented with abuse victims, with one key trait being that they may justify the abuser’s actions by focusing on the perceived “good”. The victim may be clearly abused, but they’ll overlook it because the abuser apologized and behaved for a time, or something akin to that. Gaslighting is another method of control (convincing the victim that what they perceive isn’t true - insidious and very effective). I was interested to learn that the brain basically never has perfect recall - events and details are generally muddled, viewed through the lens of stressors and other environmental effects that happened before, during, or since. Gaslighting is one method of, say, manipulating recall and perception.

Megan is not abused, far as we know. I will say that right away. She is, however, being controlled and directed. Darrow is no saint. Of course he’s going to find the right thread to pull on to get her to help work on the biochip. In this case, he likely played on her stress and fear regarding Patient X and the augmentation debate to convince her that augmentations, practically her life’s work, needed to be “regulated for the good of everyone”.

Notice the verbiage: “regulated”. Darrow is an eloquent man and no doubt used that when he went after her. By choosing words with inherently neutral or positive connotations, it’s much easier to justify going along with it (also a well-documented phenomenon). Now, Darrow wanted to cause genocide to make his point, but he knew the Illuminati wanted to “regulate” augs, so of course that’s what he would use.

All of this leaves Megan vulnerable and uncertain. It’s almost gaslighting in a lightweight sort of way. She has to bury herself in her work with a viper whispering in her ear.

Now, Namir was chosen to watch over her. He guards her and, based on her first-name-basic, probably interacts with her regularly. This is where things get weird.

Megan may recognize him from the attack. Maybe. If she has perfect recall, and getting knocked unconscious didn’t cause memory loss (a common side effect of head impact trauma), she knows he’s the one who tried to kill Adam and, as far as she knows, didn’t succeed. But if she did suffer realistic effects (memory loss and imperfect recall - bear in mind she only saw Namir for a very short time, and mostly from behind, and the atmosphere was hot, hazy, and smoky), then it’s very possible her captor is someone she doesn’t clearly recognize.

In a stressful environment, even knowing he’s her captor, she might come to associate him with positive things - not really Stockholm Syndrome, per se, but perhaps something akin to it. She’s very aware of her situation, but to get away from her fear, she has to close off and compartmentalize. Namir might be one of her only points of contact to the outside. Maybe most of what goes on beyond the labs is filtered through him.

If anyone’s seen Deep Space Nine, think along the lines of Gul Dukat, who knew how to manipulate others and appear to be “the good guy” (i.e. Wrongs Darker Than Death or Night). Namir might talk with her, tell her about his life and the outside world. He might even come off disarming to her. And as a woman alone in a frightening place, cut off from the rest of the world, associating him with good things isn’t so bad, right? He attacked Sarif Industries, but... he was only following orders, only doing a job. The scientists who died probably weren’t killed by him. They were probably just casualties he couldn’t control. And she’s here for her own safety, so bad people can’t get to her, and he’ll keep that from happening, won’t he? He’s certainly strong enough to protect her, and he’s made it clear that he will protect her. Let’s not discount the potentially powerful effects of biology - primal, raw, unbidden - on behavior, especially under stress and combined with any sort of perceived intimacy.

He also has a family, but... what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. She never has to breathe a word of this to anyone.

Namir never has to respond in kind to any of her advances or affection. Her advances might not even be conscious, just the result of her spending a moment here and there fantasizing. It happens. It’s natural, though it might not be ideal. Associating “Jaron” with good things (news of the outside world, a few minutes of talking, protection, etc.) tends to brush all the bad things aside.

Was he actually the one there at SI? She’s not sure anymore. She thinks he is, but.... she’s not sure. She can’t remember hearing his voice, and everything that happened is such a muddied blur...

I don’t think Namir would respond in kind if she approached him, but I don’t think he would be above using those feelings, however unconscious, to everyone’s advantage. If she can be controlled by him feigning a positive response, if she can be kept working on the project by pretending to be her friend, then by all means, Megan, “it’s just Jaron”.

[agentannakelso]

“I’m intrigued by you, Anna. Your tenacity. It’s quite impressive for someone with such personal failings to overcome.” He cocked his head. “When was the last time you had a dose? It must be difficult going cold all over again.” “Bite me,” she snarled.

Deus Ex: Icarus Effect by James Swallow